Rick Ross The Devil Is A Lie Lyrics The Devil Is A Lie Song

Masterminds! We gon' get this foreverYou know whenever we link up, my niggaThey think this shit comes from outer space or somethingNigga, let’s get this money niggaMasterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feetCar seats still smelling like 10 ki'sTell a plug that I'm lookin' for increaseWingstop, fat boy need a 10 pieceSay a nigga name and the car startNigga switching lane to lane like WalMartSippin Bordeaux out in BordeauxHazard lights flashing on the four-doorSwitch the Benzo for the EnzoBack to the Benzo when the ends lowSwitch my old bitch for my new bitchCause my new bitch something like a nymphoFuck the game raw when I came in itGetting money ever since I came in itYou couldn't stop me if you triedMotherfucker cause the devil is a lie

[Hook: Rick Ross]Big guns and big whipsRich nigga talkin' big shitDouble cup, gold wristDouble up on that blow, bitchTwo mil on that I-95Bow your head cuz it's time to pay tithesOpposition want me dead or aliveMotherfucker but the devil is a lieThe devil is a lie, bitch I'm the truthThe devil is a lie, bitch I'm the proofThe devil is a lie, the devil is a lieBitch I'm alive, the devil is a lie

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]Two kings on the big screenNiggas seen a 36 at 16100k for the 16Nigga's stick dirty but his dick cleanMy money goin' on the deep endTalkin' half a milli for the weekendContract like a nigga play defenseCurtains in the Maybach bitch peek inNow the bitches wanna car hop6 cribs for the cars in the car lotDope boys on the goal niggaWent gold 6 times for a goal niggaBlack bottle and a bad bitchClub all money where the cash isDubai I can do it like a sheikhTop floor nigga Burj Khalifa

[Hook: Rick Ross & Jay-Z]

[Verse 3: Jay-Z]Is it truth or it's fiction, is it truth or it's fictionIs Hova atheist? I never fuck with True ReligionAm I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin'Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin'That's D'usse baby welcome to the dark sideCoulda got black list for the crack shitWhite jesus in my crock potI mix the shit with some sodaNow black jesus turn water to wineAnd all I had to do was turn the stove upEast Coast, winnin' at life, nigga, cheat codeThe hatin' is flagrant, hit your free throwsThe devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black peopleDevil want these niggas hate they own kindGotta be illuminati if a nigga shineOh we can't be a nigga if a nigga rich?Oh we gotta be the devil that's some nigga shitYou seen what I did to the stop and friskBrooklyn on the Barney's like we own the bitchGive the money to the hood, now we all winGot that Barney's floor lookin like a VIMBlack hoodie, black skullyBravado like Mavado, boy I'm that gullyGettin white money but I'm still blackAll these niggas claiming king but I'm still thatKing Hova, Mansa MusaTold my lot, the devil is a lie, I'm the truth ya

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